The High Maiden walked down the path, her steps were light and her movement was nearly soundless save for the swishing of her dress around her ankles.
And then there was the barely audible sound crunching sound as the High Maiden stepped over the fallen leaves littered along the path.
The High Maiden was bare footed, Dante could tell that much from the sound of her footsteps. Not that it mattered to him, it was just in Dante's nature to take note of every detail.
The strange items dangling from above swayed all the more as the High Maiden walked past, as though they recognized her presence.
Dante knew he had heard somewhere that the leader of a nymph clan wielded the most powerful magic, and Dante could sense the presence of the High Maiden's magic hanging over the hall.
Though Dante could sense it, it was difficult to tell the exact strength of her magic. Dante assumed it could be likened unto that of a noble blooded fairy.
